Apparently hotel pillows were completely useless when it came to being emergency ear muffs. Karl could still hear the occasional dirty and cheesy dialogue float through the thin cotton layers of the pillow case, and then the high pitched moans coming from the "princess". Even if Karl could sleep from all the ruckus going on, he wasn't quite sure about trusting his REM pick out the dream most suited to this situation.
So his only hope was to wait until Alyssa got out of the shower and finally determine an end to this. He'd let her decide, only because he had a feeling that it would be Grace in the end that would tell Matt to back off, that enough was enough.
Down boy.
Karl winced at the automatic assumption of how Grace would respond to that, pretty sure that Matt was still live and well inside of his mind. Why he wasn't born more like a machine than a man, Karl would never know. Finally fed up with the staccato grunts coming from the television set, he got up and paced the room, linking his fingers behind his head and named the various parts of an M103 in his mind.
When his pacing brought him close to the bathroom door, Karl paused briefly to listen to the long steady stream of water coming from behind the door. He glanced at the watch strapped to his wrist, estimating that the "shower" Alyssa was taking was almost close to thirty something minutes already.
Instinct told him that he should check what was going on, whereas common sense just laughed at the idea of doing anything with that kind of noise in the background. In the end, it was instinct that made him knock shortly on the door and made him say "Alyssa? You okay in there?"
Common sense just shook its head and waited for the "I told you so" that he was going to get eventually.